Leaving an event like that was a luxury only someone like him could afford, someone who did not care about gossip. He opened the door for her and let her pass first, closing it and leaving behind a Camila who was both surprised and indignant.
He took her hand again to cross the building lobby to the elevators. He said nothing, and Deanna did not ask, she just followed him. It seemed that was what he wanted: silence. She knew that internally he was battling his demons. The journey to the upper floor was the same; he did not let go of her hand until they reached the doors of his office and he opened it.
"I am sorry..." he said, leaning against the door once they were inside.
"Tell me what happened."
"The usual... jealousy... I am sorry," he ran a hand through his hair, disappoi
